By Jake Spencer
Tend to Your Herd
The sun comes up and the moon goes down,
I roll outta bed, my feet hit the ground.
I pull on my pants, ’n slide on my boots,
The cowboy inside me comes from my roots.
Three kids in pajamas run to the door
With kisses and hugs, and yes, just one more.
“We love you, Daddy, please come home soon.”
“I love you too, now go clean your room.”
That rusted ol’ truck still runs mighty fine,
It once was my dad’s but now it’s mine.
I twist the key and punch the gas,
Turn on some tunes and listen to Cash.
A tear in my eye and a lump in my throat,
Psalm 91:11 was Dad’s favorite quote.
“He’ll give His angels charge over you,”
To guard and protect in everything that you do.
I’m tryin’ my hardest to make you proud,
Be the man that you were, stand out in the crowd.
Serve and protect everyone you’re around,
– From cop to teacher to rodeo clown. –
As the days go on, I’ll remember your words,
“Read your Bible, love your family, and tend to your herd.”
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